Lucid Fantasies
Feb 13, 2015, 06:19 PM
Fantasies turn to reality In the lucid dream of mortality, The wicked mind of the imagined master Wreaks havoc as the dead of winter And the self-inflicted murder Of the songbird without a cage Masked as a woman in deep rage. Without the one who caller her his, There are no nectar filled glasses, Simply the pandemonium Of a woman without her opium. One day without his voice seems An eternity, a pattern of lost dreams. Her lost dreams a reminder Of the futility of intended desire.
CWylde (c) 02-11-15 #RavensVeil